Girl in the steppe

Life sometimes gives us amazing acquaintances. My (with co -authors) of the book “High latitudes” and “I am one whose spirit was not submitted” gave me a lot of such acquaintances. Now I want to talk about my virtual acquaintance, pouring into great creative friendship and joint projects with Julia Davidovna System. Those who carefully monitor my posts should already be familiar. Recently, on my blog, I published a post the story of one search, and previously mentioned the “Fate of the Book“ I am the one whose spirit was not obedient ”about the presentations held by it in the“ House of Scientists and Specialists of the Mr. Israel) with its publications about this: http://rehes.org/avorkuta.html, http://rehes.org/avtor2/banchik.html. About who Julia Davidovna System is well told in the magazine "We are here." Julia System is a famous chemist-analyst and science historian, Doctor of Chemistry (1967) Julia System was born in Chisinau September 12, 1936. Upon graduation with honors from the Faculty of Chemistry of Chisinau State University (1959), she worked for 25 years as a researcher at the Institute of Chemistry of the Academy of Sciences of the Moldavian SSR. Since 1984-headed the laboratory of physicochemical methods at the industry institute. Since 1990 - in Israel. In 1992-1993, he was a senior researcher at the Department of Inorganic and Analytical Chemistry of the University of Jewish at Jerusalem, then Tel Aviv University. Since 1991, in parallel with the main work - a freelance employee of the Brief Jewish Encyclopedia (Jerusalem), a researcher (section History of Science). The field of scientific interests of Julia System: theory and practice of the polarographic method, its new directions, chromatography. For the first time in Moldova and one of the first in the USSR (together with Ak. Yu.S. Lalikov), he applied the methods of variability of the-tok polarography and polarography on the second harmonic of alternating current for the study and analysis of a number of new organic compounds (for example, dyercaptotiopyron), including biologically active ones. She proposed (together with V.V. Nenkevich) the method of varied polarography with a magnetic entry that has a high citation index. I developed methods for quantitatively determining the biologically active compounds and inorganic substances in various objects that are included in state standards, TU (technical conditions) and implemented in production. Julia Davidovna system participated in the work of the All -Union and Republican Groups of Experts for the testing of new methods for determining the residual number of pesticides in environmental facilities, food products, biological media. The author of a number of methods of certification analysis of various alloys (bronze, etc.). For about 20 years, Julia System has been a consultant at the Department of Physiology of Animals and the Man of the Chisinau State University to use the polarographic method in biology (studying the metabolism of proteins, etc.), read a special course on this issue. Yu. Sister published (including in co -authorship) more than 200 works, reviews, monograph “New directions in the polarographic method” (Chisinau, 1975), etc. It is the compiler and editor of “Bibliographic poetry signs in polarography” (for 1922-1980), scientific collections (Publishing House “Nauka”, M. and others). One of the authors of the textbook for universities for universities by universities in universities in universities Physico-chemical methods of the work of Yu.D. Sister are published in magazines as “Electrochemistry”, “Analytical Chemistry”, “Factory Laboratory”, “Chemistry in Agriculture”, etc. The Russian Jewry in Abroad Research Center (organized in 1997 by Dr. M.A. Parkhomovsky). Disaster and resistance ”(2005), the editor-compiler of 17 tons. The series“ Make the same will rebuild the walls of Yerushalaim ”(2008), the editor-compiler, together with the M. Parkhomovsky collective monograph“ Israel: Russian Roots ”(2011); The organizer of many scientific conferences and seminars. Julia System is an active propagandist of scientific knowledge. In Moldova - a scientific secretary, deputy chairman of the republican rule of the All -Union Chemical Society named after DI. Mendeleev, Chairman of the Republican section “Young Chemist”. For work with gifted young researchers and teachers of chemistry of schools in Moldova, she was awarded the sign “Excellence in folk education of the MSSR”. In Israel there are lectures for the population, performances on Radio RAC (programs “Roots”, “View”, “Close -up”, etc.), articles in Russian -speaking newspapers and magazines of Israel, the USA, Canada, Ukraine, Moldova, Internet publications. It is one of the leaders of the House of Scientists and Specialists of Rehovota. Member of the Presidium of the Union of Scientists of Israeli. How did we meet? It was in the fall of 2012. At that time, Yu.I. Tagirov and I painfully searched for a way to increase the meager circulation of our book, knocked on different doors, mostly to no avail. We really wanted as many people as possible to get acquainted with these beautiful verses and tragic fate of their authors. On the eve of Rosh and Sean - the Jewish New Year, Yuri Ibragimovich sent me a congratulation and said that now a friend from Israel “Aunt Rose” was visiting him in St. Petersburg. He showed her my “nightmares from Marika” and she really liked them, she is a big lover of humor, so he asks her to write to her some fun poetic congratulations on the upcoming holidays. I fulfilled his request. My congratulations to the Aunt Rose liked it and we began to exchange funny letters with all sorts of playful files. So I met a doctor of physical and mathematical sciences Rosalia Alexandrovna Belostotskaya. Once she wrote to me: "I am in great duty to Yuri Tagirov for meeting you." I recalled half -jokingly: “You can easily pay off your duty if you help us find people in Israel, which our book preparing for the publication in Kyiv may be interested in the book“ I am the one whose spirit has not submitted ”, with the layout of which Tagirov introduced you.” She wrote in response: "I know what needs to be done, I will introduce you to Julia Davidovna system." Files “Madame CEO” and an article about “Sasha - Politruk” were attached to the letter. So I learned not only about Yu.D. System, but also that Rosalia Aleksandrovna is the same rose, daughter of Alexander Iolin, “Sashka -Politruk” - the legendary hero of the war of Israel of 1948-49, one of the “Board of Board of Epiphany” depicted on the monument in Eilat (I saw this monument with my own eyes during my recent trip to Israel), the first in 2000 years, Jew Survived in the Red Sea from the Israeli coast. In Russian -speaking Israeli articles, he was not called Iolin, but Yulin, apparently, for the Israeli’s ear, “Io” and “Yu” sounds almost indistinguishable. His future fate, unfortunately, was not fun. http://shaon.livejournal.com/90934.html, http://www.alefmagazine.com/pub2101.html, http://u-96.livejournal.com/2250247.html, http://nakaryak.livejournal.com/180898.html Rosalia Alexandrovna fulfilled her promise and soon with Julia Davidovna, regular correspondence began to be in friendship and cooperation. On this, I want to finish my somewhat prolonged preface and offer you the story of Julia System about my military childhood “Girl in the Steppe”. The girl in the steppe (memoirs) Julia System I am trying to recall my childhood before the start of the war, which for my family began on June 22, 1941 "at exactly four o’clock." We lived in Chisinau. A year before the war, on June 28, 1940, Bessarabia was attached to the Soviet Union. It was especially crowded on that day on the streets of the city. No one could remain indifferent to such an extraordinary event; Power was replaced by his eyes. The townspeople crowded on the main streets, peeled out of the gate and winding windows open. My mother and I stood at the front door, and the military passed by us. One of the Red Army noticed me, raised me and threw me up, I really liked it, and I laughed merrily. He said "growing big" and strode further. I remember an old park with sprawling trees, well -groomed flower beds, with a fountain and a flower greenhouse; According to his alleys, I often walked with Bonna and other girls. On the corner of our street stood spans harnessed by horses. I liked to watch them: the horses all the time bowed. I thought they greeted me, bowed to them in response and said: - Hello, hello ... In the courtyard of our house, like in the whole city, it was very green - maple and chestnut, cherry trees, plums and apricot, lilac bushes and many colors created a unique comfort in it. Acacia was especially good; When she bloomed in May, the aroma of her flowers spread through the air and penetrated through the open windows into the rooms. Under this acacia, we stood, running out of the house during a terrible, destructive earthquake that happened in the fall of 1940. When we returned from the evacuation, from afar we saw that the tree survived - so acacia was the first to meet us, and we immediately felt that we were returning home. On June 22, 1941, my mother had a birthday. But at night, planes flew at night, explosions of shells were heard, everything was buzzing and shook. Dad said: "This is a war." Air raids on the city took place daily. During the bombing, together with our neighbors, like many citizens, we hid in a deep cellar in the yard. In such cellars in those years, it was customary to store products, now we spent many hours here. So the first days of the war passed. But soon the time came when it became obvious that it was impossible to remain further and it was necessary to run away from the Nazis. We left Chisinau seven days before the occupation of the city, reached Tiraspol that 70 kilometers from it, could not get out for a long time, here I stole a coat, some other things. Then the adults established night duty-one of them did not sleep, followed things. I did not let out from my hands a medical bag entrepreneurial daddy, with whom he usually came to his patients. The next stop remembered for me is Taganrog, where I first saw the sea. We continued to move further east, on the way we were often bombed. My birthday has come in such an environment, and I even received a gift - a small elastic ball that I kept all my life, my daughter played with him in childhood. And then, finally, we ended up on the Volga, in Stalingrad, at first we were in Stalingrad itself. I remember the complete darkness in the evening and at night on the streets - the lightning was very well observed. But it was dangerous to stay in the city: the front was rapidly approaching. We, evacuated, decided to transfer through the Volga on steamers, which the Nazis mercilessly bombed. Not everyone was destined to cross the river, but the bomb flew by, and our ship successfully moored to the opposite bank of the Volga, the final point of our forced trip. On the same steamer was a large group of gypsies, who also ran away from the Nazis. I remember how their children dangled and sang permanently. We settled between the villages of Ilovatka and Kolyshkino, and behind the Volga, on the other side, it thundered and burned - there were already fighting there. We lived in the open steppe - there was a district hospital, where my father, David Iosifovich Sister, was sent by the chief physician. He also worked as a therapist, an X -ray and surgeon, advised his colleagues in a nearby military hospital. Father received a medical education at the Karlov University of Prague. An energetic and strong -willed person who has never lost his self -control, he was a doctor from God. We were evacuated with my father’s sister, her husband and youngest son, who was drafted into the army in 1942, the eldest son had already fought from the first days of the war. Aunt and uncle lived and worked in Ilovatka itself. Despite the very young age, I also had certain duties. Patients needed good nutrition, and the hospital decided that it was necessary to breed chickens in order to feed patients with chicken and broth. So in the hospital yard a hundred small chickens appeared, yellow, gray and ripples. The chickens were threatened with a natural danger - kite, of which there were many in the steppe, and I constantly protected my fluffy pets from these birds. The iron sheets were attached to the hospital fence, in which I had to beat, seeing the Korshun. Now my gaze was directed into the sky: as soon as a predatory bird appeared, I began to beat on iron sheets with all my might, and the kite flew away. Thus, not a single chicken became the prey of a predator. It should be said that my father was very demanding both to himself and to his subordinates, he was an honest and fair person. We lived, like everyone else while everyone ate a grout ... never once dad brought me a piece of chicken meat - all this was intended only for the sick. There was also a melon at the hospital, watermelons were grown for patients. In those places with fertile soil, they grew huge, round like balls, with a dark green striped bark. The whole process of their growth before the appearance of a pot -bellied ball fascinated my children's imagination. Once in a field near our house a small plane landed. A pilot came out of it (then we learned that his surname Isenberg) and a low man with glasses, who turned out to be a military correspondent. He said that his wife died, and there was no one to leave his daughter with. My parents immediately offered to take the girl into our family for any time. I, the only child in that place, was especially glad: now I had, with whom to play. The girl was called rose, she turned out to be my same age, and we immediately became friends. At the age of five, girls play with dolls. What if they are not? They must be done by ourselves. The chips on which the eyes, mouth, nose were drawn - and the “doll” were drawn. The same toys were the actors of the puppet theater and the characters in the plays that we composed, for them we “cooked” food from the leaves and fruits of some plant. Our dolls have always been full at that hungry time. The military correspondent - the father of Rosa - Alexander Iolin was a very sociable person, an interesting storyteller. I remember that he lived in Ilovatka, worked in a local newspaper, and also often flew out on tasks from the newspaper Krasnaya Star. When there was a rare opportunity to see his daughter, he came to us. Our family had a very warm relationship with him. Once, Joline brought with him the poem “Girl in the Steppe”, which he wrote and dedicated to me. Since then, it has been stored in our family archive, written by a pencil on a sheet that has long been yellowed from time to time. I bring it completely. The girl in the steppe al. iolin is dedicated to Allochka a system far from the miraculous homeland, where the Volga flies slowly, blooming like a lovely flower, a little girl lives. Behind the river, where the winds are howls are blizzards, where the steppe is wide and the distance is visible without a single girlfriend, the girl spends the days alone. The enemy is insidious, vile and cruel to her darling house. Streams were poured with innocent blood, the German robbed, grunt and killed. And she went to the girl, as many, to leave their family, favorite places. Their paths were long - roads, every new crossing is difficult. And he lives hoping, expecting that a long -desired hour will come - the hour of defeating the Nazi pack. He will be the happiest for us. We defeat the robbers - the fascists, the hour is near when it will return again with the dad, with my mother Alla System in his native, beloved Chisinau. On January 30, 1943, by my seven years, Alexander Iolin issued the “Order of the Supreme Optimist”. Here is its contents: “Today, September 12, 1943, the Altochka System with a skillful maneuver, bypassing seven -year fortifications, burst in the eighth year of existence, defeating the hardships and difficulties standing in the way. In the battles for the health and education of Anga, Papa David Iosifovich and mother Evgenia Moyseevna System, as well as the United efforts under the command of Mikhail Azarovich and Polina Iosifovna Katsyf, were especially distinguished. In commemoration of successes, I order: 1. To assign the following titles below persons and henceforth call them the kindest dad - Sister D.I. The wonderful mother - System E.M. Cute Aunt - Katsep P.I. The dearest uncle - Katsuf M.A. 2. Soldiers and officers Alexei Mikhailovich, Lev Mikhailovich Katsep and others. The relatives of Alla after a complete victory over Hitler will return to Chisinau. The 3rd anniversary of Alla will celebrate in Chisinau in the circle of relatives and friends. 4. Today at 14 o’clock parents, relatives and friends to salute 5-fold shots from bottles or plates. Supreme Optimist A. Iolin Ilovatka, September 12, 1943 " Our family archive also contains a letter that Alexander Iolin sent to his mother: “Deeply learned Evgenia Moiseevna! It so happened that we (I and the rose) moved in the middle of the road, and I did not have time to thank you for that truly noble and deeply human attitude that you showed towards my daughter. Only a tender maternal (and, moreover - Jewish) heart is able to show such affection and kindness to an unfortunate child, which is at the moment my daughter. It is difficult to express in words the warmth that Rosochka felt in your house. She does not stop raving to the good aunt Zhenya and a wonderful Allle <...> for the first time since the war broke out and such hardships and suffering collapsed on us, she smiled at a real children's smile ... ”. * * * After the rose departure, I was left alone again. Only adults surrounded me, they all worked and could not pay attention to me. В редкие моменты отдыха сотрудницы больницы, молодые, симпатичные, которые меня любили, а я отвечала им взаимностью, собирались и пели частушки. Весь их репертуар я знала наизусть, помню и сейчас. Тогда я услышала и знаменитую «Катюшу». Я научилась читать довольно рано, но книг у нас не было. Мама где-то раздобыла и переписала для меня детские стихи, которые я запоминала наизусть. Стихотворение В. Маяковского «Что такое хорошо и что такое плохо» я быстро запомнила. Листик пожелтевшей бумаги, на котором маминым почерком написано это стихотворение, чудом уцелел, я храню его как дорогую реликвию, как память о маме, добрейшем любящем человеке, настоящей аидише мамэ. Стихотворение «Девочка в степи», которое А. Иолин написал печатными буквами, чтобы нам с Розой легче было читать, я тоже выучила наизусть. Я всегда находила себе занятие и не скучала. Каждый день я надолго уходила гулять. Зимой часами каталась на санях, деревянных с металлическими полозьями, которые кто-то смастерил для меня. С ними я забиралась на горку и спускалась вниз, лихо въезжая прямо в настоящий лес, в котором водились ежи и зайцы, а порой вдалеке мелькали и пробегавшие мимо волки. Однажды появилась другая лесная гостья: к больничной ограде подошла лисица и долго смотрела мне прямо в глаза, потом повернулась и ушла. Серая лошадь, Серуха - единственное средство передвижения отца – слушалась только меня. Поэтому я становилась возницей при папе, когда ему необходимо было поехать в райцентр. Часто папа оставался работать в медкомиссии по набору новых солдат, и обратно мы с Серухой возвращались одни. Лошадь дорогу знала и привозила меня прямо в больничный двор. Мне было хорошо и удивительно спокойно на душе. Теперь я понимаю, что это было откликом на гармонию природы. В зимнюю пору снег застилал землю, а ветки деревьев укутывал белыми муфтами. С тех пор я полюбила снежную зиму, узорчатые снежинки, падающие на лицо и одежду, парящие в воздухе, как в волшебной сказке. Война шла своим чередом, а мои детские занятия - своим. Меня очень увлекало наблюдение за окружающей природой, так не похожей на привычную южную, за растениями и животными. Одно время у нас жил ёж, по ночам он выползал из своего укрытия и, громко топая, ходил по комнате. Как-то я поймала маленького мышонка, глаза у него блестели как две бусинки, он был серый и пушистый. Я его пеленала и кормила божьими коровками, которых он, к удивлению, с удовольствием поедал. Ледоход на великой реке – зрелище незабываемое! До сегодняшнего дня эта картина стоит перед глазами: льдины, сталкиваясь и нагромождаясь друг на друга, плывут по течению, словно большие корабли. А за спиной вековые деревья стоят как великаны, и я чувствую себя такой маленькой в огромном мире. Да еще слышны взрывы, гул самолетов, бомбят Сталинград… На всю жизнь я запомнила бессонную ночь обитателей больницы, когда канонада на другом берегу была особенно мощной: шла решающая битва за Сталинград. Все, кто мог подняться с койки, вышли на большую деревянную веранду, примыкающую к больничному корпусу, стояли и прислушивались. Я понимала, что происходит что-то очень важное. Все были напряжены и молчали… Под утро наступила внезапная тишина, и мы раньше, чем объявили об этом по радио, поняли о решительном переломе в войне. Все ликовали, радовались, поздравляя друг друга. А ведь готовился и запасной вариант. В случае провала битвы на Волге все должны были уйти в лес. Там обустраивались землянки, складывались впрок консервированные продукты. Папу назначили главврачом партизанского отряда. Даже мне сказали, что, возможно, нам придется жить в лесу. К счастью, это осталось только планом: Сталинградская битва кончилась победой Красной Армии, и нацистов остановили на Волге. Наступил перелом в войне. Мы переехали в Кировоград, поближе к родным краям. В этом городе я окончила первый класс. У меня появилось много друзей, я уже не была одна, как в степи на Волге. Здесь мы встретили День Победы. В конце мая 1945-го вернулись домой в Кишинев. А дальше началась жизнь после войны Примечания: Моё настоящее имя Юлия, но дома меня звали Аллой. Так было до поступления в школу. Свое 8-летие, как сказано в «Приказе Великого Оптимиста», я отпраздновала в Кишиневе. Мой двоюродный брат Лев Кацыф, к сожалению, с войны не вернулся, как и младший брат мамы, Хаскель. Алексей Кацыф был ранен, вернулся в Кишинев, окончил мединститут, стал известным врачом, доктором наук. Родители папы остались в Кишиневе и погибли в гетто в 1941 году. Летчик Айзенберг, с которым мои родители поддерживали дружеские отношения на протяжении многих лет, после войны жил в Киеве. В 1965 г. я приехала в Киев на конференцию и навестила его. Айзенберг рассказал нам, что Иолины уехали в Палестину. Александр Иолин умер в 1979 году в Израиле. Разыскать Розу мне не удалось * * * Эти заметки я написала некоторое время назад, но публиковать не торопилась, как будто догадывалась, что рано поставила точку. Всю жизнь у меня было чувство, что мы с Розой когда-нибудь встретимся. Я знала, что Александр Иолин уехал в Израиль примерно в 1947 году, и не сомневалась, что он взял с собою дочь. Предположив, что Роза утратила русский язык и сменила фамилию, я никогда не обращалась в программу "Поиск родных". В один из сентябрьских дней 2012 года в моей квартире раздался телефонный звонок. Взяв трубку, я услышала незнакомый женский голос. - Это Юлия Давидовна Систер? - Да, а кто говорит? - Роза Иолина… Не могу описать те чувства, которые охватили меня. Некоторое время мы не в состоянии были продолжать разговор, слезы текли по моим щекам… Взяв себя в руки, я сказала Розе, что давно её ищу. В разговоре выяснилось, что Александр уехал один, а она осталась в детдоме, где позже её разыскала тётя и отвезла к бабушке. Отца Роза больше никогда не видела. Сложное было время… Александр Иолин участвовал в войне за Независимость Израиля, прошёл непростой путь. В Израиле у него родилась дочь. Когда Роза в 1993 году репатриировалась в Израиль, она нашла свою младшую сестру. У самой Розы трое детей, семеро внуков и трое правнуков. Но вернемся к телефонному звонку. Продолжая по крупицам собирать сведения об отце, Роза обратила внимание на размещённую в интернете статью журналистки Б. Кердман «Госпожа генеральный директор», посвящённую мне, где вкратце рассказана и эта давняя история. В справочной службе Роза получила мой номер телефона... И вот состоялась наша долгожданная первая - пока только телефонная - встреча. А вскоре Роза приехала ко мне в гости. Невозможно было не волноваться перед этим событием, но, увидев, наконец, друг друга, мы сразу почувствовали душевное родство, прерванная на многие годы дружба возобновилась. Так мы встретились через 70 семьдесят лет - на иных землях и координатах, далеко от мест, где прошло наше детство.